I like an early start on saturdays. cappuccino at a coffee shop + reading vanity fair. lazy grocery shopping, then flipping through cookbooks - they're my kind of poetry. cardamon buns, apple triffle, lemon mousse. this reminds me of the episode of satc when carrie tells aleksandr 'can I read you a little bit of my favourite poetry?...'
I recently bought 'the scandinavian cookbook' by trina hahnemann and it is freaking gorgeous.
also, I just made a fab lunch of traditional polish dishes. all by myself. this makes me feel like I can do anything ;) (btw, remember the episode of friends when rachel says that if she can do her own laundry she can do anything?... no?... just me, then? the moral of the story is that I probably watch too many tv shows).